Why could Leon never just have a normal day?

Even on his days off, misfortune followed Leon like a shadow. He just wanted to go for a jog, keep up with his regime since he seldom had the time to. But no, the Universe had a different plans for him. A strangled yelp tore him away from his headphones, some janky workout mix on Spotify he'd had on loop. Immediately he's on the scene, eyes scouring for the sound. Then he sees you— crimson smeared beneath a hulking chunk of rock. You had wings. Big, glorious, and utterly ruined. When you notice him, you panic. Wings flutter belligerently only for you to wail in agony. He holds his arms up in defense to provide you solace.

"Hey, hey! It's alright I'm... I just wanna help you, alright?" He croons, slowly kneeling before you.